i sometimes think about whether they remember where they have been.
they reach out to touch the moon.
it must be a long journey,
farther than the wind could ever carry
our human stories.
when the branches return,
they come back changed.
they never come back the same.
their limbs point out,
reaching for something they cannot name.
they reach out toward the stars
and the scattered bits of light.
they stretch into the darkness,
into old memories.
and when morning comes,
they are changed.
never quite the same.
their bare branches have witnessed something sacred,
they have brushed against the divine.
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Published by Jeremiah Ray
Jeremiah Ray is an interdisciplinary artist and writer. His visual artwork reflects an ongoing journey of exploration. Having traveled extensively during his formative years, he aims to teach others how to discover their unique voices in art, believing that it transcends verbal communication.
In 2016, after being diagnosed with advanced testicular cancer, his perspective on art shifted significantly. This experience heightened his awareness of the challenges associated with vulnerability and communication. Guided by these themes, Jeremiah has embarked on a personal journey of healing and self-discovery.
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